I didn’t know Derek K. Miller, but he sounds like he might have been someone I would’ve enjoyed hanging out with. I only know about him because the very last post he wrote on his blog — a post announcing his own death from cancer — was linked to by Fark.com. It is a poignant and worthwhile read.
Here’s a snippet:
There can’t be answers today. While I was still alive writing this, I was sad to know I’ll miss these things—not because I won’t be able to witness them, but because Air, Marina, and Lauren won’t have me there to support their efforts.
It turns out that no one can imagine what’s really coming in our lives. We can plan, and do what we enjoy, but we can’t expect our plans to work out. Some of them might, while most probably won’t. Inventions and ideas will appear, and events will occur, that we could never foresee. That’s neither bad nor good, but it is real.
Mr. Miller was 41. Two years younger than myself. To say that it makes me pause to reflect on my own life should go without saying. It’s a testament to Mr. Miller that I found myself choking up at his last words in spite of never having heard of him before today. I only hope that if I should have the opportunity to see death coming with enough time to write down my final thoughts that what I produce could be as moving.
My condolences to his family and friends in their time of loss.